Han Li swept his gaze across the statues, and he discovered that a pair of statues among them, depicting an elderly daoist priest and a woman in a palace dress, were the most intricately crafted statues of the collection.

The elderly daoist priest was quite thin with a goatee on his chin, and the creases and folds on his daoist robes were quite pronounced, as if he were in the process of flying through the air, giving him quite a graceful and elegant appearance.

As for the woman in the palace dress, she was just as tall and imposing as a man, and her features were also rather sharp and angular, giving her an appearance that was rather unbefitting of her attire.

In Han Li's opinion, it would've looked far more appropriate for her to have been presented in a suit of armor instead.

All of a sudden, Han Li raised a hand before lashing out to his left.

"Owie!"

A cry of pain rang out, followed by a loud crack, and a skeleton that was as fair and translucent as jade was sent flying by the burst of power released by Han Li's hand, crashing heavily into the wall before shattering into countless pieces.

"Who are you?" Han Li interrogated in a cold voice.

A faint glimmer of green...